We can live twice; once in reality and once through recalling our memories. As soon as I open an old diary notebook with worn out papers telling stories like a strong perfume that smothers me with emotions I feel this meaning. It intrigues me how a smell
“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.” I can’t but quote the wise words of the Bengali philosopher and social reformer. In adversities and hard times you can feel lost,
Let the first rain of the Earth falls once again for ten million years
Let it take rest after three and a half hundred years of creation
To wash away the mountains of blood
Ten thousand years later
The history will repeat itself
The
Asia Journalist Association (AJA),
Secretary General, CAJ
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Alexandra Ochirova’s book “Russian Cosmism” opens the doors to an extraordinary world where philosophy, art and poetry are intertwined. This book represents a significant
20 years ago, I landed on British soil with my husband and two kids. As a spouse of a PhD student, I had a mission to survive for 3 years, taking care of my family and supporting him until he successfully accomplished his studies. I had a
When we reach our eighth decade, the memories of life begin to awaken and return—memories from the journey of life that have long been veiled by forgetfulness despite their importance and weight in shaping one’s character. Praise be to God, I have lived a life full of events and have experienced moments and encounters of remarkable richness. I record here glimpses of them, connected to the
